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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.