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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Black Moon 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.