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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.