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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.