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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.