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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.