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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.