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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Television,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.