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 Niger 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.