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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 the Sonics 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.