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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Rakim 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.