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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.