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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.