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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.