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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.