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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.