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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.