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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.