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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Motorama,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.