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 St Lucia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.