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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.