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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.