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 Zimbabwe 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.