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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.