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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.