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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd 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?
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.