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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.