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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.