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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.