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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Symarip,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.