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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 John Holt 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.