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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Busters to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.