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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.