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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.