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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.