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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.