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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Mandrill 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.