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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.