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 Haiti 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.