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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Ten City,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.