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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
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 Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.