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 Peru 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Sparks,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.