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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.