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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.