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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.