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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.