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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.