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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.