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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.