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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.