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 Norway 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
The Index,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.