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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.