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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Toasters to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.