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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Franke,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.