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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.