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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.