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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Faust,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.