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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
The Index,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.