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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.