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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.