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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.