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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
June of 44,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.