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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.