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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.