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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.