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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.