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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.