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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
DNA,
Television,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.