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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.