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 Iran and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.