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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
10cc,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.