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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.