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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.