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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Wings,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.