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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.