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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.