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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.