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 Solomon Islands 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots 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?
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.