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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Television,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.