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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.