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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.