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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Chrome,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
MDC,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.