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 Kiribati 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Gong,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Brick,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.