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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.