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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Gap Band to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.