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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.