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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.