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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.