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 Argentina and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.