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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Lyres,
MDC,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.