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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Index,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.