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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.