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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.