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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.