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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Q65,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.