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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.