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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.