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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.