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 Kuwait 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.