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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.