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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.