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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.