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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
AZ,
the Normal,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.