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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.