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 Moldova and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.