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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.