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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.