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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.