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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
PIL,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.