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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.