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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.