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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.