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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.