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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.