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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Index,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.