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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kinks to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.