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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.