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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.