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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Doors 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.