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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.