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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Index,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.