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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Symarip,
the Association,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.