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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Smog,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.