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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.