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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Japan,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.