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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.