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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.