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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.