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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Slave,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Oneida,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.