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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.