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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Can,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Urselle,
June Days,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.