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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.