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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Inner City,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.