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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.