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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.