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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.