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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Crime,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.