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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.