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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.