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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Index,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.