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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.