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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.