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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Television,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.