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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.