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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.