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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.