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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Q65,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.