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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Wire,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.