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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
the Association,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.