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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.