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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.