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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Cameo to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.