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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.