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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Liliput,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.