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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.