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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.