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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Skarface,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.