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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.