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 China and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.