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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.