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 Ghana 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.