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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Cameo,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.