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 Cameroon 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.