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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.