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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.