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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Brick,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.