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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.