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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.