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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Infiniti 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
PIL,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.