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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.