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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.