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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.