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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Roxette,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.