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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.