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 Eritrea 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.