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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
The Motions,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.