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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.