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 Korea South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.