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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.