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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.