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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.