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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.