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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Gong,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.