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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.