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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Trojans,
Technova,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.