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 Bhutan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.