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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.