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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.