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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Organ,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.