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 South and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Television,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.