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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.