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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.