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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.