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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.