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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.