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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.