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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.