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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.