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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.