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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.