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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.