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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.