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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.