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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.