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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.