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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth 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.