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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.