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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Yaz,
cv313,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.