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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.