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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.