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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 World's Most 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.