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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Television,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.