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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.