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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.