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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
10cc,
PIL,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.