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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.