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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Vogues,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Parry Music,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.