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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.