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 Korea North and from New York.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.