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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.