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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.