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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.