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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.