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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.