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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.