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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.