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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.