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 Kosovo 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.