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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.