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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.