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 New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.