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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.