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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.