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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.