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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.