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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.