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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.