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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.