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 China and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Cluster,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.