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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.