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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.