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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.