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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.