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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.