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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.