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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.