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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.