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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
The Victims,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.