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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.