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 Lebanon 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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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.