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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.