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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.