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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.