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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.