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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.