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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.