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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Scion,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.