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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.