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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.