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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.