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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.