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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.