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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Index,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.