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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.