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 Taiwan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.