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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.