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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.