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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.