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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.