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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.