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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Television,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.