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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Magma,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.