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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.