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 Nepal 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.