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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.