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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.