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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.