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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Nico,
The Names,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.