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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.