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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.