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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
PIL,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.