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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.