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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.