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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
UT,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.