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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Fortunes to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
10cc,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.