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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.