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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.