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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.