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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.