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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.