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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.