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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.