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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.