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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.