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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.