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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.