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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.