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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.