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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Skaos,
The Names,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.