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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.