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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Echospace,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.