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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.