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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.