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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.