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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Yaz,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Japan,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.