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 Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Mars,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.