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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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-ha,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.