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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.