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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Gang of Four 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.