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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.