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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.