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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.