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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.