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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Standells to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
ABC,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.