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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.