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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.