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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.