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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.