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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Model 500,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.