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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
The Index,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.