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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.