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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.