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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.