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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Index,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.