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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.