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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.