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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.