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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.