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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Monks,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.