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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
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.