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 Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.