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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Wake,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.