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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.