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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.