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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.