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 Estonia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.