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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.