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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.