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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.