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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.