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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.