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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.