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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.