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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.