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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.