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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Faust,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.