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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.