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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.