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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.