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 Slovenia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.