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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.