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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.