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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.