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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.