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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.