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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.