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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.