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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.