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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.