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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.