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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.