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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.