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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Can,
UT,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.