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 Burkina 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Pop Group,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Wire,
The Human League,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.