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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.