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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.