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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Symarip,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.