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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.