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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Franke,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.