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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
the Association,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.