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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.