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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.