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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Technova,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.