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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.