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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.