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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.