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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.