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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.