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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Wire,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.