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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
ABC,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.