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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.