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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Audionom 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.