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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.