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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Fear,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.