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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Scion,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.