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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.