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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Audionom 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.