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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.