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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.