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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger 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?
Nas,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.