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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.