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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.