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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
EPMD,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.