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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Excepter,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.