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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.