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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.