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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gories to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.