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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.