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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.