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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.