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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.