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 Maldives 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.