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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 Sao Paulo and London.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.