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 China and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.