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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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 Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.