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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Can,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.