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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.