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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.