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 Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.