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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.