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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Inner City,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.