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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.