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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.