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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Television,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.