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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.