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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.