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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.