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 Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Adolescents,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.