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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.