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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Nico,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.