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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.