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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.