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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.