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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Franke,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.