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 France and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.