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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.