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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.