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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Make Up,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Brick,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.