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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Nas,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.