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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Television,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.