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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.