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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.