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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.