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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.