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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Names 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 grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.