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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.