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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.