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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.