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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.