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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Faust,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.