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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
the Human League,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.