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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.