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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.