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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.