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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.