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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.