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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.