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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.