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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.