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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.