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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.