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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.