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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.