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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.