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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.