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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.