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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.