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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
The Happenings,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.