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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Scion,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Television,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.