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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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?
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Monks,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.