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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pole,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.