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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Japan,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.