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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.