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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Pole,
PIL,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Human League,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.