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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.