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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
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 Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Pole,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.