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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.