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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
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.