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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Wings,
DNA,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.