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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.