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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.