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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.