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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.