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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
DNA,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.