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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Technova 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.