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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.