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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.