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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s 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 Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.