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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.