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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Magma,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.