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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Young Rascals 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Slave,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.