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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.