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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
JFA,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Wire,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.