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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
MDC,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.