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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Franke,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.