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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
CMW,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.