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 Belarus 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.