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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.