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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.