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 Mauritania 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.