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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.