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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.