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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Swans,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.