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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.