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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Cure 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.