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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.