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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Scientists,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.