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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.