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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Names,
Crime,
The Victims,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.