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 Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.