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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.