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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.