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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.