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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.