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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.