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 Barbados 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.