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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.