Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.