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 Italy 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.