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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.