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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.