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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.